It’s not what she expected
This party, picking potatoes
The buckling drudgery
The ceaseless meetings
Run by misguided pundits
She expected intelligent discourse
Cultural exchanges
High spirits and camaraderie
More rage against the system.
Instead she realizes
Too late, too late
That the rage and the system
The old and the new
All the parties
Are just alike.
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